(No longer in theaters)
Randall Emmett, George Furla, Avi Lerner, Jon Avnet, Gary Scott Thompson
Apr 18, 2008
The galumphing serial-killer picture 88 Minutes is dumb enough to be straight out of the parodies in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Al Pacino is a celebrity forensic psychiatrist who’s also catnip to the ladies, and the title is how long he has to dash around in a black suit and under a poufy helmet of hair to solve his own murder before it happens. (In case he forgets, his killer keeps calling to say, “Tick tock.”) When I wasn’t looking at my own watch, I couldn’t stop thinking about that suit: With all the running around it probably didn’t smell too good. The disgusting, fetishistic murders are clearly the work of someone close to him (Alicia Witt, Leelee Sobieski, Amy Brenneman, Deborah Kara Unger, Benjamin McKenzie, or William Forsythe), so every scene is broken into portentous close-ups of people with Dark Secrets. Forget Pacino; it’s all those red herrings that reek.